Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.